Stuck in the Depths of Winter

Snow falls on my spuds,

It has ruined my harvest,

When will spring return?


Snow on my window,

I can not spy my neighbours,

What are they up to?


Ice lays on the ground,

I slip and slide to the pub,

I can't feel my legs!


A nice warm supper,

A hearty winters broth, Yum!

Winter can be nice!


Relaxing by fire,

Smoking in the warmth of home,

This is not so bad...


by Hamlock, Stuck In the Depths of Winter, Woodhall, The Shire.